Comments : Echoes

  • 1 year ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Hello Megan, there is something familiar about an echo, a sound, a repeated action. Many of us find comfort in this, but doesn't familiarity breed contempt? Like a merry-go-round, people and circumstances meet themselves again and again. Love/hate and dreary nothing become the yo-yo of life... until a kink in the DNA changes and BOOM! Instead of sitting on the ride, we jump off and discover new paths to walk and new behaviours to be. Free spirits create the echoes and then leave them for others to find comfort. Finding an inner core of good will lead the way to the open paths of happiness and new life.

    Insightful poem.

    • 1 year ago

      by Megan Chapman

      Many thanks Mr Darcy. I love your musings, thank you!
      This just flowed from when I wrote the first couple of lines as that was all I had, then it turned into a cathartic write when I just let go and let it out. Interesting ride.